Disclaimer: I don“t own anything related to The Blacklist. I write just for fun.
Liz can't speak. Doesn't have words. Feels her face to blush and she looks away from Red. She goes to the door and slows down when passing through him.
"I'll be right back." She says while she heads to the elevator. Red stands still, looking at her, trying to understand what really is going on her mind. However, he doesn't try to follow her. One thing he noticed. At that moment, she needs space. Need to be alone.
Liz arrives at the outside of Post Office. Feels relieved by several senses. First because she could get rid of Red. She Still doesn't know how to deal with him after the dream. Second, she really need to catch some air. Feels her face so warm.
Buys something to eat and decides to go to the park. Sits on a park bench, eats and breathes fresh air. There's little flashes of the dream in her mind. Shakes her head in an attempt to ward off. Only hopes that Cooper is not aware of her delay.
After a several minutes of peace, Liz feels able to return to the Post Office. Red is not already there. Cooper remains locked in his office. Ressler and Meera are entertained to see something on the Aram's computer. Although the Berlin case isn't solved yet, now everyone breathes tranquility and no one seems very interested in working. Liz doesn't care. She herself can't be focused.
The hours pass and it is time to return home. With the ritual custom, Liz drives at home and when she enters is received by Hudson. Despite not having worked almost nothing today, she feels exhausted. Sits on the couch a bit and Hudson lands his snout on her legs. Liz's eyes close and ...
"I need to go to the bathroom." Liz frantically shakes her legs in an attempt to calm the will.
"You'll still have to hold a little. The service station is still about 10 miles. " Red responds watching her from the corner of the eye. Liz suffers. The 10 miles seems eternal.
Barely they stop the car, Liz rushes to the nearest bathroom. What a relief, she thinks. Still have those warm pants. They are glued to the legs. What she gives to change it. Picks up the phone.
Red waits for Liz, smoking his cigarette, when he feels his phone ringing in his pocket. A message.
"Can you bring me some shorts that are in my bag, please? It has ones just on top of the suitcase. "Red reads the message again, while he finishes his cigarette. Goes at the car and opens the trunk. Looks at the two bags that are there. His is small, black, in skin. Like his style. The Liz's bag is large, pink, full of small flowers. Even to her style, thinks Red smiling. Opens the suitcase. Above he finds, in fact, the shorts, but also sees two silk handkerchiefs which offered to Liz. Take them up to his nose, feeling her scent. The scent of Liz. He smiles. He smiles a dirty way. Again closes the bag and remove it from the car.
Approaches, opening the door slowly.
"Lizzie, is someone else here?"
"There is no one else here." Liz replies, shrinking her shoulders, without quite understanding his question. Red runs nimbly and knocks at the door of Liz. She opens and sits there staring at him. Why he brings the suitcase, she thinks.
"I only need the shorts..."
Liz was going to continue talking, but Red puts his finger to her lips. Enters the cubicle along with the bag and closes the door behind him. He kisses her, in such an intense way that she feels burning inside. Feels her mouth on fire and his warm hands next to her waist. His quick and nimble fingers make her wince. Liz's hands fall on his pants but the Red departs. Liz looks at him confused.
"I'm going to deal with you, Sweetheart." Red whispers into the Liz's ear, smiling in a way that only she knows, burning with desire, making her shiver. Red opens the bag and pulls out two handkerchiefs had previously seen. A black and red. Sell her eyes and holding her hands while kissing her neck and feels at the mercy of his senses. He turns her against the wall. Feels his hands to her hips down eagerly to play with her clit. He glues his body to hers. Moves his fingers frantically. 30 seconds and Liz is bathed by the first orgasm. The screams are muffled by the scarf.
"Already, Lizzie? So fast ... "Red says softly. Only his voice is capable of doing her having another orgasm.
Red inserts a finger into the Liz's vagina, already quite wet, keeping another one playing on her clit. Liz feels the very large volume of Red's pants near the bottom of her back. She feels her face to boiling, her body too. Thinks of him... When she's with him ... Their hot and passionate moments. Browsing his body with her kisses. She wants to say it but her mouth is covered. She feels her legs shaking. Feels that another orgasm is close, but it avoids the fullest. Doesn't want it to be longer. Red makes even more pressure against her body.
"Why do you not let the orgasm bathe you?"
Liz moans again.
"Come, my dear. I want to feel that pleasure in you."
Liz feels bewildered by Red. Their passionate moments doesn't come out of her head. The orgasm is really close. Here he comes. Liz twists in pleasure, closing her legs around the Red's hand.
"Well done, Lizzie."
He doesn't stop. Is insatiable. Two, three, four, five orgasms. Liz no longer takes it anymore. She's very tired, feels that her legs will fail at any time. They hear a noise and suddenly they stop. They listen and quickly the silence is back. Red resumes and Liz thinks she will scream so loud if she has another orgasm. Has to stand it the most.
"You can't avoid it, Sweetheart." Red is right, she won't.
She is caught in a strong wave of pleasure. Twists, no screams, but loses her balance, and is promptly picked up by Red. His arms are strong, but soft. He strips both handkerchiefs very carefully. Liz's vision is blurred and her panting.
"You did very well, my darling."
Liz manages a smile, giving him a long hug, clinging to his neck.
"I will avenge me ..." Liz says through gritted teeth. She's too tired to talk. Red smiles and helps her to wear the shorts.
They leave the bathroom without worrying if there is someone else. Red puts her suitcase in the trunk again. Liz gets in the car and snaps against the bank. Closes her eyes and leans her head. The adventure has only just begun. Red enters the car, looking at her with tenderness and pride to have such a fantastic woman at his side. Slams the door and ...
Liz wakes suddenly. Her heart jumps. Feels disoriented. Someone is knocking at her door. What time is it, she thinks. Look at the clock on the microwave and this marks 9 PM. She slept for 2 hours. She opens the door slightly breathless. Red. Looks at him trying to focus her eyes, still a little bit asleep.
"Lizzie ..." Red speaks in a husky low voice.
Liz remains silent. Doesn't feel able to talk. Not after another dream like this. Feels her wet panties.
"Lizzie, are you okay? What's going on? "Red shows some concern in his voice. That is not Liz that he knows.
"I'm fine. Just tired. " Liz's voice goes low, after much effort. However much she try to convince Red, she can't.
"Today you are strange. The Lizzie that I know isn't you, sweetheart. " Says Red while tries to touch Liz's face, but she departs. His eyes show a huge question. For the first time, he doesn't even know what she have in mind.
"Good night, Red" Liz closes the door on Red's face. She slides in the door until sit on the floor. Note that Red is still there behind the door. She feels the tears invading her eyes. But why she has these dreams, asks herself. These dreams doesn't leave her thinking. Leaves her amended. Leaves her with desire of Red and this is not admissible.
AN: I hope you enjoy. It is difficult to translate all the text. Some errors may appear. You can choose again. Continue or not continue?
